His jacket and tie were gone, his shirt untucked and the top two buttons already undone. A faint five o clock shadow dusted his cheeks and I turned aw...y before I could lose myself in his eyes. He was far too handsome for my own good. I stepped over to the desk, tucking a few stray papers into a folder. Suddenly he was behind me, his arms around my waist, one holding me tight against him and the other brushing over my breast over my shirt. “Sir!” I gasped. “What are you doing?” “Hush,” he. “Relax, Claire. Let’s just rewind a little and tell me what’s on your mind.” “I don’t know. It’s hard to know where to start.” “Try.” “I have these fantasies. When I was in the shower…” “We all fantasise in the shower, darling.” “…I thought about you. I started to think about what it would be like if… you had been there. But that’s wrong, isn’t it?” “Wrong? No, it’s not wrong, Claire.” “But…” “I understand, darling.” “You do?” “Yes. The thing is, I have those feelings.” “I thought you were into. Peggy is Asian and in her late 30,s now and we have a daughter in college but have been into this most of our married life. I was watching my wife on her knees playing with Rogers cock well I am getting ahead of myself It was Super bowl Sunday and we had invited three of our married friends over to watch Super bowl with us but we all had other plans to. Peggy had been with these three guys before and maybe not all at once like this day but we trusted them and managed to get them over at times. I was so alarmed at his presence it didn't even occur to me to wonder what he was doing here in front of my house some one thousand miles from the University.He was indicating for me to unlock the door. With a resigned sigh I did. He plopped down in the seat beside me. I calculated there was a small chance that he did not recognize me. I looked totally convincing as a girl and bared very little resemblance to my male counterpart. There have been a couple of instances in which someone who knew.